Marie Brennan Novels & Stories

'Or anything else to do? ‘Not right now, that’s why he’s back,’ Marie was already on the way out the door, refusing to take no for an answer, ‘he’s strong, but don’t let him boss you around, alright?’ Marie spun back with surprising balance for an elderly woman in her late seventies. ‘Don’t worry about that…’ The cabin, dilapidated as it is, is my haven. My sanctuary. I don’t want to share it with some overgrown Wolf.

she even asked. Marie nodded at her and smiled. "You know, Trexob should've known about all of this. I know what's gotten to this woman—that she was involved with a lot of men in this city—" "Shut up, Marie!" Trexon hissed and sighed heavily. "You can't talk to her that way. It's not your business, okay? I don't care about all of that," he angrily answered. Marie attempted to contain her emotion, but she eventually left the table and then ran to the comfort room. Marisa followed her after she marched out of the table.

If you called her a cougar or whatever hot-to-trot name the kids had come up with these days, Marie was liable to curse you out. She was anything but anybody’s cradle robber. Marie was simply Marie, an older woman who happened to be married to a younger man, and who happened to still have the goods to keep his eyes right square on her. Marie wasn’t like other women her age. Not like the ones who had settled into the grandmotherly role, and not like the ones who acted too much like their own children.

Marie, for a moment, remembered the earlier events when she and Ellen bickered constantly over the smallest details and Steven would refuse to get involved but hold her responsible for anything that went wrong. “Marie! Are you even listening?” Ellen's impatient voice demanded over the phone “I'm sorry, Ellen. Yes, I was. So the way I see it…” She started to say. By the time she was done, Ellen seemed somewhat calmer and said she knew what to do. Marie hung up and went to the room where Sandra was laying out several products on the bed. “What are all these for, Ma’am?” “Marie, sometimes you forget what happened the first time I glammed you up and Steven set his eyes on you. The guy freaking m

"Mrs. Jasper, there's a woman here asking for Mr. Ryan." Nikolai's face went pale. "Tell her I'm not available." "Too late." A woman's voice came from behind Maria. "I'm already here." She pushed past the housekeeper, and I got my first look at Rachel Brennan. Beautiful in a polished, corporate way. Expensive suit, perfect hair, and eyes that could cut glass. She looked at Nikolai with barely contained fury, then turned that gaze on me. "You must be Camille." Her smile was cold. "The woman my husband has been fucking."

She's been a fantastic roommate, considerate, and respectful. I haven't seen her do anything wrong. She's just herself, unafraid to be different in a world that expects conformity. As she spoke, I couldn't comprehend why her being a lesbian was such a big deal. I mean, she's Gabriella – kind, supportive, and a genuinely good person. But then…suddenly, Marian spoke, snapping my attention to her. “Did you know…she’s a lesbian? Talk about being…eww! I can’t believe we are in the same class doing stretches in our tiny dresses and even in the changing room with her alone…”

Bran said, Elex bowed and said,“ Greetings, Alpha King Theon” Bran glanced at Amaria, walked towards her, and asked,“ And who might this fair maiden be? ” as he takes her hand and planted a slight kiss on it. Amaria had an uncomfortable look on her face as she slowly removes her hand from his and bowed,“ Greetings, my name is Amaria” Bran had a confused look on his face as he squinted his eyes, and said,“ you look very familiar”, Theon put his arm around Bran's shoulders and pulled him away from Amaria,“ I think you have done enough, Bran”

I know some art and I think it was made by a popular artist. “It was a painting made by the youngest painter that’s been awarded internationally multiple times now, Marie Herna.” Bennedix stopped walking and looked at the painting presented at the stage. The abstract is extremely elegant to look at but if you stare at it for a while it will be just a simple picture of lines and shape. It’s insincere. Marie Herna? I heard about her when I was watching some random videos on MeTube. She was 15 when she created her first art that she submitted as her project in Contemporary Art subject. Her teacher was fascinated by it and tried to submit it to a contest until it became her debut.

Okay, let me explain, I said to her. When I was coming to work this morning, waiting for the bus, Endrick saw me and he persuaded me to give me a ride to the company but I declined. You what! She exclaimed. You mean you declined the request of Endrick to give you a lift to the company. 'Wow’, she added. Mary, don't you know almost all the female workers working in this particular company always wish for such an opportunity, even only once, but you declined. See Sandra, you can't understand. I said. Okay Mary what's there that I can't understand, she queried.

She was one of the first to abandon ship since, as she'd said, Jen, fit in more with her lawyer husband and their crew than she, Kerry, ever did. "I'm okay, thanks." She was anything but but refused to give the other woman the satisfaction. "And who's this?" She turned her attention to Kyle, who had yet to look at her. Sarah was one of those bottled blondes with silicone in her tits. She wouldn't have kids because she didn't want them to destroy her figure; you know the type. Kerry had never felt threatened by the other woman before, but for some reason, she didn't like the way she leaned over as if trying to give Kyle a better view of her inflated tits.